Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

But the maladjustment is only temporary.

Ji Rao called a car, took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There were several sales calls, Jingdong's SMS and wechat were all ticket grabbing. Only a few of his roommates really looked for him, asked him where he had gone, why he didn't attend class, and helped him sign in. Later Ji Rao didn't come back, so they didn't send any more.

In a word, there is no phone call from Ji's parents.

"Where are you going, young man?"

Ji Rao gave the name of his school. There must be no one at home. It's no fun to go back. Better go to school. The door of university is always open. Ji Rao returned to the dormitory at three o'clock in the afternoon.

He flipped through the timetable and there was no class in the afternoon.

When he opened the door, a curtain on the dormitory bed was lifted. He looked at the door and said, "jirao! Are you back? "

"Well." Ji Rao sits in his seat and throws his cell phone on the table.

The roommate who was playing with his cell phone sat up and said, "what are you doing these days? If you don't call back or send a message back, you think you're missing. "

"These days There's something at home Ji Rao took the cup to the water fountain and took a cup of water. "What about them?"

"One went to the library, and the other to the company."

Ji Rao played with her mobile phone for a while and found it boring. I took a shower and went to sleep.

That night, when his two roommates came back, they saw Ji Rao and cried out, "Ji Rao, please come back."

"Where have you been these days?"

"Ah, the game is gone."

"Mr. Sixiu has called you several times. He knows your face. We didn't dare to sign in for you."

"You call her and ask for help. Maybe you'll get through it. How shameful it is for Sixiu to hang up. "

Ji Rao was not noisy, picked up the doll next to him and threw it out, "shut up, motherfucker."

The dormitory is quiet. Ji Rao can't sleep any more.

After lying down for a while, he sat up again, and his roommate came over with a smile.

"Go, eat."

Ji Rao picked up the car from the bottom, and a roommate looked at Ji Rao's car key eagerly.

"Where to eat?"

"The hot pot shop on Anhe street."

Ji Rao glanced at the roommate, threw the car key, half joked, "don't touch me."

"Oh, I know."

Four people crowded in the car to eat hot pot.

Ji Rao doesn't eat spicy food. They ordered Yuanyang pot and clear soup. One Ji Rao sat here, and the other three were all crowded there.

"If you don't eat hot pot, you will lose the meaning of hot pot."

Ji Rao and them separated from the heat of the hot pot in the middle, smelling the words, snorted and laughed, "I'm happy."

They didn't go to the most exquisite hotpot shop. There was a lot of talking around, and the smell of other tables could waft over. Ji Rao asked the waiter to serve a few bottles of beer.

Their dormitory is not that kind of special love to learn, in addition to Ji Rao every exam is the top three, the rest are midstream. Each subject scores about 70, no worries about failing, of course, scholarships are not their share. So what they usually talk about has nothing to do with learning.

Ji Rao's family is rich, and she usually has the best food, clothing and use. In the university where even riding an electric car is luxurious, Ji Rao's walking tool is a sports car. There are only a few cars in the school shed, among which Ji Rao is the most prominent. They talk about cars and shoes, all of which can be touched by reality.

Ji Rao is a man who stinks. He has three shoe cabinets alone. His shoes are more than those of other people in the dormitory, and Ji Rao is a person who likes the new and dislikes the old.